He was working late, she was ready for him to come home sooner, then she became irritated that he wasn’t home, finally she gave up and went to bed. Let’s return to them as he arrives at home.
Waking up, then sitting up in bed. Eventually getting up and going to the door and opening it, but he is already gone. She speaks to the audience.
5.2 I was asleep, but my heart was awake.
A voice: My beloved knocking, “open to me my sister, my darling companion,
My dove, my perfect one
For my head is filled with dew, my hair with damp of the night.
3 I had taken off my cloak; must I put it on back on?
I had washed my feet; must I get them dirty
4 My beloved extended his hand through the latch opening,
and my heart deeply longed for him.
5 I arose to open my beloved and my hands dripped with myrrh,
and my finger with liquid myrrh, upon the handle of the bolt.
6 I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone.
My soul went out when he spoke. I sought him but did not find him.
I called out to him, but he did not answer me.
7 They found me – the watchmen who go about in the city.
They struck me; they bruised me; they took my shawl from upon me –
Those watchman of the walls.
I’m not sure how much of this she told the other women. But she has let them know that he isn’t with her and she wants to find him.
Now she is with her friends
8 I want you to promise me, O young women of Jerusalem,
If you find my beloved, that you will tell him that I am faint from love.